I was currently dating this guy named Eddie. I am a well portion woman, I have the long pretty hair, full lips on both ends. I can make a dress pucker...up a little in the back, my hips are pushed out like a coke cola bottle. Breast are little more than a mouth full, along with my pecan color skin. I am the total package for most men.Eddie on the other hand, is a very slim thug type guy. He has these long dreadlocks that falls about to his ass. He is about 5'8, with a little facial hair, he. In fact, for the rest of the day, that message was in my mind.It wasn't until later that night that I once more opened the sex site and reread the message.I clicked on "reply" but then sat there pondering over just what to write in reply. I've almost always made a point of saying at least something in reply to any messages, and such a message as this one definitely deserved a response."Hello Mike, Thank you for your message," I typed, but then once more sat wondering just what to write."I'm so. I eased open the door to my daughter’s bedroom and peeked in. I could see Erica by the light of her Disney Princesses lamp on her bedside table. She was asl**p, and I almost turned away, but I couldn’t stop staring at her. Those wonderfully sexy young legs, the curve of her breasts beneath her nightgown, the way her hair made a halo around her angelic face. My feet carried me to her bedside. I intended to cover her up, but my hand touched her leg and a shiver went through me. I caressed her. Thank you God I was not and neither was she!!My sister Kay went over to a heavy old dining table that they used to play cards on and reached underneath it to release a mechanical lock. I watched her mature body, especially her huge G-cup boobs swing and move in a way that had my dick twitching and my balls playing tug-of-war with the dam kilogram weight she had hanging from them! I wanted to ask her what she was doing, but I still had a short dong shaped gag strapped around my head and shoved.